this little game we play…
owen has learned how to jump. granted, he jumps about as high as our fattest cat, gwen, which is to say he barely gets his feet off the ground. it ends up looking a bit more like a fall onto his butt than a jump. he thinks it’s hilarious though.
he gets up on the bed, looks at you askew as if to say “i know i shouldn’t be jumping on beds,” and then drops, er jumps, to his butt laughs and does it all over again. i noticed a relatively vacant spot on the mattress that he wasn’t using, so i made to leave the room, turned around and at a dead run belly flopped next to him. imagine, if you will, the toddler version of a trampoline double-jump and you’ll get a decent picture of what it looked like. he giggled the whole way up and the whole way down and then, in his baby sign-language way, said “more, more, more.”
we did this for about 20 minutes and then i ran out of energy. now, when he walks by the bed he pats it, looks at you askew as if to say “i know we shouldn’t be jumping on beds…?”
you always hear about the terrible twos, if this is what makes it so bad, it’s pretty awesome.
